Never again will I get upset
when a crazy person offends me
I live in a madhouse —
why would I act outraged,
surprised?
No. I’m an inmate, too
deluded & samsara-screwed
But I’m not all here —
& neither are you
I’m done with wishy-washy
done with undecided
Finished with fools
I’m ditching unreliables
I’m done with second chances
done with forgiving
Prove yourself now or get
on with your living
I can’t deal with backwash
won’t swallow minced words
I’m tired of dream fluff
save that bullshit for birds
You were spineless and weak
a watered down turd
No more namby-pamby
get gone from my life
I’m holding out for a hero
who’s holding out for me, wife
Your fickle vacillation
nearly drove me insane
And worse, you blame me,
as if I changed my name
I’m done with remembering
I just don’t have the time
You were too wishy-washy
Now thank god you’re not mine
The Halfwit Writer